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Off the Shores of Acheron

Time for another entry in Friday Fictioneers challenge, courtesy of Rochelle Wissof-Fields. If you want to give it a try, check the info on her blog. 100 words more or less, inspired by a photo, here we go….

Copyright – Georgia Koch

Charon’s snicker echoed across the water: “Father’s love…what a feeble thing. Mine left me only this darkness to guard. And yours sent you to me without a coin. “

“I am scared.”

“Now, now…do not cry. I can’t stand it. Hop in, it will do me good to have an apprentice. And do not thank me.”

“But I don’t have a coin.”

“This is not a place for a child to suffer for her father’s sins, too crowded with penniless fools. Would it be we could change things around, so our fathers wander aimlessly in the dark. “

I loved the rather old-fashioned pompous speech of the ferryman as he explains that it’s okay the chap can’t pay him, then that last line, almost as if he’s weary of such speech but felt that he had to say it and now it’s out of the way he can get on with things.